Spilled Ink, Spilled thoughts

We share a lot with nature. Most aspects of our lives have an eerie resemblance to phenomenoa in the world around us. Yet, vulnerability is something that is a wonderfully human condition. When you put together withering plants, you get a garden that’s withering. Have some abandoned houses put together and you get a ghost town. But it was humans, only humans, that when you put the broken, withered and shattered of them together, and had them be vulnerable you got only love, gentleness and kindness.

And when it becomes too heavy For you to take anymore You must stay patient For the mountains that burden you now Will one day crumble under their own weight

And isn’t that how you defined love? A loving gaze. A home like embrace. And comfortable silence.

I don't ask of a love that is burning and wild. I ask you of a love that is gentle, and warm like the rays of sun coming through parted clouds on a cold day. I don't want to be mad in your love, I want to be sane in it. Us, growing old together. Caring not about what the world defines happiness as. Our happy places being the embrace of each other. The grand gestures of our love being a gentle touch, a loving embrace, and comfortable silence

The words unsaid were seeds We planted in our souls when we knew A whisper won’t carry their weight No wonder when we die They turn into flowers And bloom on our graves

I found myself at self at the doorstep of a beautiful house. Somewhere in a green lush valley. There were flowers all along the path from the gate to the door. I didn't remember walking to to door, it all felt like I was looking at the surroundings for a the first time ever. I could make a gentle hum of people coming from the inside. I opened the door, and walked in and found my way to the beautiful living room. A bunch of people, smiling, conversing warmly. I looked around feeling slightly heavy headed, like I someone had waken me up midst deep sleep. There were some white sofas in the middle of the room with a intricate Persian rug under it. A fireplace in the corner, crackling, giving warmth to the cold winter air. The walls decorated with paintings. Plenty of flowers around the room in beautiful vases. My eyes searched through the people, as if looking for someone I knew there. And then she caught my attention, wearing a beautiful yellow dress. Standing out among the pool of people like a sunflower. I couldn't quite make her face as she was looking away. But then she turned. We caught each others eyes. I knew who she was. It was me. She raised her eyebrows as she saw me. Her expression, surprised for a moment, and then turning into a warm smile. She excused herself from the people she was talking with and walked towards me. "Woah, look who is here, how did you even make it here?" "Umm, Where am..." Before I could answer, she hugged me. A long, lingering hug. She smelled like a garden filled with flowers. She looked at me. Took my face in her hands, rubbing her thumb on my cheeks. "Oh God, you look like a mess, what did they do to you?" "Who... who are you? Why do you look like me? Where am I?" I stuttered. She took my hands and led me to the fireplace by which where we sat. "I am you. This is, well, these are all your dreams and wishes. I didn't know you would make your way here this soon" She paused for a moment before going on. "Listen, I am sorry I left" "Left what?" "You, I am not sure if you remember anymore. It was two probably two years ago" ... "I promise it's not personal okay. It was a mess back there. I dunno if you made the mess or them. It was just suffocating" "So, you left and came here? This place is beautiful, can I stay here too?" "Listen, I know you don't feel at home there. But it's too early for you to be here"... The lights started flickering as she spoke and the ceiling started shaking... "I am sorry! They are coming for you. You have to go." The walls were shaking now, and I ran outside. Crying. I didn't quite know where I was but I wanted to stay. I looked around and the mountains around me collapsed. Waves crashing atop them. And the valley flooded. I felt myself drowning in the water. Suffocating, trying to rise to the surface. I could feel myself blacking out. The sky turning dark. The last bubbles of air leaving my lungs. And then I woke up in my bed crying.